Until We Meet

My soul cries out for my other half. I carry your heart in my hands and you carry my heart in yours.  I walk around looking for the owner of this heart like the prince looking for girl who fits the glass shoe. So many years of waiting and still holding your heart, I’m starting to grow weary now and desperately placing your heart onto others pretending, no, hoping, that it fits. But in the end I know its not their heart I’m holding and the one they have is not mine. I sit here holding it, caressing it, until we find each other; Until you arrive your heart is placed where mine should be.

By Jomarie Hernandez©

Edit by Tiffany Denny